She looks to him and sees someone looking back with care.
The hands that create also protect.
His closeness whispers you are not alone in this.
She was both sacrifice and celebration.
sit with the pain until it passes and you will be calmer for the next one.
The rope held her body; trust held everything else.
what is done in the dark will eventually come into the light.
Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.
A throne is only a bench covered with velvet.
